Condemned RP
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 10:29
The Spiral Order has found you guilty of treason and sentenced you to death. Today is execution day. You will be allowed a last meal, goodbyes to your friends and relatives, and a chance to speak your last words before you die.
How will you spend your last hour on Cradle?
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If you wish to join, provide a description of your character, including a name, specific crime committed that falls under treason and worthy of death, and any relevant info. Then begin writing. NPCs are free.
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 14:40
#2
@Liminori
Don't spoil anything if you know this forum game from CYS. ;)
Also, join up! I promise it'll be fun.
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 22:05
#3
I was just going to wait.
But... It seems like everyone's gone for the moment.
"There is a difference, Between knowing how to use a weapon, and knowing when to use one."
Name: Leeroy Garsouk
Appearance: Short Black hair, Square chin, Cobalt eyes.
~
The dropship creaked and moaned in silence as the crew strapped on their armor and checked their weapons.
The quiet sound of rain torrenting upon the thick walls reverberated throughout.
The crew eyed eachother with a steely gaze.
One last mission, To finally defeat the Gremlins and thwart their plans to take over cradle through brute force.
And so, The crew sat in silence as they awaited the coming battle.
Heels rolled and eyes closed.
Leeroy saw all this, as he anxously waited.
-
And then the writer realised that he had been doing something else for several hours and needed to hurry.
Basically- Leeroy goes to the fight, and is evenly matched with the gremlin he is fighting, But gets knocked out by another gremlin he didn't see.
Afterward, He is a prisoner, And sees that the Gremlins are fighting to keep their children alive instead of just take over the world, blah blah, half starved citizens. He is then freed by Sherry. Procrastination mode off.
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Sherry lifted the gun up to Leeroy's head.
"What-" Leeroy said, interupted by the barrel hitting his head.
"Orders from Ozlo. I tried to delay it as long as I could, but they just can't trust you..." Sherry's voice was shaky.
Leeroy just sat there, in silence.
And so, Leeroy was taken back to the headquarters, and framed.
~
"Crime" : Distribution of Morai Propaganda and Murder of his squad. (The rest of the squad was killed when they got back, Since they were labeled as misfits and ruffians.) The gossip that arose when people found out about Leeroy being on the death row was mixed. Some people thought that it was inevitable because he had Morai Origins, and was not to be trusted, while some didn't believe a word of it, because they knew how much he had done for the citizens of Iso- I mean, Cradle.
How do I feel about putting Leeroy in the death row?
all the feels
I'm actually crying right now.
--
Since people might not know about Leeroy, I shall summarize his story.
Leeroy, as a child, was a citizen of Isora. You know, before the Order ran out of energy. His parents were killed, and he had no choice but to become a Morai mercanary. Most people mistake Leeroy as a (Insert Morai homeplanet)an, Which is why few people trust him. Leeroy's brother became a Morai General, and his sister was never heard of again... Many years passed, And Leeroy was assigned to the Delta Squad (Insert unfinished RP) and became a great soldier of Isora. The rest of his life, however, is history...
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 18:18
#4
Gwenivere Valentine
Prison ID : (Death Row) DR-0779 (779th individual placed)
Crime : Leaking secret information, compromising top-secret operations, multiple instances of friendly fire...and a series of minor felonies. They number over thirteen dozen.
Notes : No, no, this one isn't the right one! I mean...sure, she has the same name and the position as an intel officer to get her in that rough spot, but, well...she isn't the right one. I mean, pale olive skin, light brown hair, purple eyes...no, it's too colorful to be her. No, I don't care if she's exactly the same height and weight as the other one! This isn't her!
But we broadcasted...what...oh that on...okay...public networks...
...we can't un-screw it, so...um...eh, let's just see this through. If they know about it, the entire Order's going to lose face!
~~~
How many days had passed since she last saw Cradle's sunlight directly above her? How many hours of pleading did she had to do to stall this day?
Gwen was lying on the rough, unpadded seat that was her bed, curled up into fetal position. At least, like this, her half-hour left would stretch doubly, and if she put her mind to it, triply. Maybe time would bend just enough so someone, maybe Barrus or Feron, could get her out. They were high up enough...right? Or what about Kora? No, she shunned Gwen's pleas as she was dragged away.
Would it be enough, even for them, though? Suppose maybe even Vaelyn spoke up. Would they listen even then?
~~~
"You know I'm innocent. I'm one of two, the other is of cajoling with the Gremlin Gears-know-where, so what am I doing here? You know I don't fit the physical description!"
"Yeah."
"What do you mean, yeah? I'm right...right?"
"Yeah, you are."
"Then...WHAT AM I STILL DOING HERE?!"
"Honey, we can't undo this. Everyone believes it at this point, and to give up now frankly ain't our style."
"You have to! This...this whole scandal here...I haven't even been able to hear the news. It can't be that bad."
"Trust me, you don't want nonna that."
"Well, I do."
"It's bad. Bad enough so if you ran outta this building a mob will stomp ya ten seconds flat."
"No, they wouldn't. Not if you showed the-"
"IF I showed them the reeeaaal perp, how do you think it's gonna look like to the higher-ups, eh? Oh, looks like we can't do our job. We'd have to get replaced by those freakin' freelance Knights that keep poppin' up from the crashes.
People like you, who've done nothing compared to what we started."
"...all just for a job, huh?!"
"That's the way the clock turns 'round 'ere, hun. Cig?"
"No."
"Suit yerself...
But 'ey, it ain't personal. At least, ta most've the folks here. I just happen to like my life better than a little birdie's, like ya, capiche? Heck, maybe the 'cutioner'll soften up. You're a pretty little bird, you. Might've made big on th-"
"Don't patronize me, you little..."
"Hey, watch the language, kiddo. This site's accessible even ta little tykes younger than ya, capiche? 'Sides, I'm a six-footer 'n a half. Can't I feel proud o' that? Sheesh, kids these days..."
~~~
If anything, let's see how he'd like to be stuck in a cell for half a month. Well, if he ever gets caught.
If only...
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 19:12
#5
Kako Draile AKA: Dark Bomber Alchemist.
Prisoner ID: (Death Row) DR-01988
Reason: Usage of Dark Matter on living Knights because due to momentary mental snap in combat. Results, found a new way to blow people and creatures up using the energy found in the substance. Body count: 4 man squad, 3 MPs, 6 Civilians. Finally brought down by Three Wardens after a fight in town Square.
Prison Notes: Prisoner is not aloud any form of materiel under any conditions. All items entering the room must be given via heavily armored Knight, items in question can only be made of metals. Prisoner is to be watched at all times, should any sign of agression or anger be show Prisoner is to be subdued at once.
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Eyes closed in a room where light was all but an imagination, one man sat. Hair down to his shoulders, face covered by the silvered hairs of age. Sure some on this late in his life cycle didn't belong, but alas his hair was but a ruse. Being in his late thirties the monster that held the guise of the man, but below the skin of the man hid what could only be described as a true monster just below.
Holding his hands in his lap, sitting on the cold floor he waited. Not knowing what day it was, nether night nor day was due to the lack of windows or even the genital tap of the winds kiss.
Looking up the man started to mouth something, his eyes voided over by the Alchemy he once used.
Slamming open the door came to an abrupt stop as it slammed into the wall, followed by a Warden coming into the cold room. Taking the man up in one arm and slamming a muzzle onto his mouth.
"Quiet you, their will be no more of your evil works here."
Lifting his head up the monster just took his fate and laid down on the bed. Even as the Warden left and the lock bolted back, taking the room once more into darkness.
So this is what I get for murder. Interesting how it all turned out. I think I would do it again, nothing beats that rush...
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 22:08
#6
Whew~!
Okay, I'm mostly done for now.
The tears streaming out of my eyes right now though...
But having Leeroy as the character just makes so much sense.
But it also doesn't.
Edit: And lastly, Turtle Plushbombs.
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 22:50
#7
First event of the day.
A creepy-looking guard in Ironmight Plate armor steps into the room carrying a tray with several teacups on it. He first approaches Gwen and says in a deep, gravelly (but youthful) voice, "Want any tea? I'm afraid we couldn't afford the Express stuff. My apologies."
The other guard, the one by the door, is a good deal bigger and more imposing, with a square jaw, cleft chin, and impressive musculature. The first guard, by contrast, seems thin and uncomfortable in such big armor; he might well seem like a newbie were it not for the prominent way he would grasp the hilt of his Nightblade. Neither guard really looked easy to take on.
So one might as well enjoy the tea.
jeu, 03/19/2015 - 23:57
#8
Recycled Apps, and Reused Cooking-Apparatuses (Apperati?)
Original App here.
An object sat on a black table in the middle of a room.
But it was no ordinary room. The room had been sealed tight and locked behind four separate Skylark-grade doors, coated in the coldest materials possible, all facing the inside. The intermission rooms (a total of 6, meaning the interior tunnel-like structure leading to said 4-immensely-cool-doors went along the pattern of Door, Room, Door, Room, Door, Room, Door, Room, Door, Room with Heat-resistant suits, Door, Room with the Coffee Machine (commandeered from the Staff office), Quadruple Cold-doors) were all locked at this time, and no one would be coming to see the interior of the final room any time soon.
But the room and doors housed something much greater -- much more powerful within. Inside of the room... Sat a table.
The table was, as mentioned at the start, a pitch-black, obsidian-made table, carved by the hands of master table-makers (for lack of a better title -- carpenter wouldn't do Pitch-black-stone-shaping any justice), and brought into the room after the intermission rooms, including the one with the (commandeered) coffee machine without a single glance at the beautiful invention of the inhabitants of the base, directly to the center of the room, and placed at the very delicate speed of 2 meters per second as one of the carriers stubbed his toe, clamped down on the side of the table, and broke two of his right metatarsals as the masterly-made table crashed down on his slightly-unprepared foot.
After the man was a removed, which is to say that the 1.5-ton table was lifted off by his 5 other comrades, one of the final pieces of the room was implemented.
Over top of the Table, which was crafted not only for its creator's unique fashion sense, but also for heavy heat resistance, and deliberately efficient energy-absorption, was... A Light Bulb.
The Light-Bulb had not been installed when the original lifters, who had to go through the 6 rooms and quadruple door -- passing by the coffee machine carrying their 1.5 ton table -- made it to the room. That was why one of the men had hurt his toe. And by hurt, it was more "broke beyond repair" -- the table's legs were quite punishing appendages. A simple 20 Watt light bulb was installed above the table, but had seen seldom use since it was installed and checked for the very first time.
But I'm sure you did not read all this to hear about a room. You read this to hear about the object on the table, which was placed into the room with the 20 Watt light bulb by 5 men with working toes, and one unfortunate gentleman who no longer has that privileged, past the quadruple chilled doors, past the coffee machine, past the heat-resistant suits, and through all 6 of the rooms leading to this now Dark, Secluded room.
On top of the table... Sat a note.
The note read: "This part is incomplete, and will be finished at a later time." It was then followed by a badly drawn smily face, and a ninja jumping from one corner, only to be met by an Owlrus, drawn with deadly precision.
At the bottom of the page is the signature of Ember-Break. Master of wasting people's time.
[[I'll finish this tomorrow. I swear.]]
ven, 03/20/2015 - 00:11
#9
As slowly as possible, Gwen
As slowly as possible, Gwen hesitantly takes the cup closest to the young guard, and retreats back to the corner with a nod as thanks. She curls up and leans against the wall behind her, before smelling the tea.
She might as well savor it. The warmth, the scent, but heaven forbid the taste. No, she didn't want to embrace death calmly. She wasn't going to drink herself to some stupor.
If anything, the fact that she tilts it just so that it almost goes over the rim is an act of spite in itself.
OOC : She's considered an NPC as of now. Have fun with your new character Thin ;)
ven, 03/20/2015 - 07:01
#10
NPC? Crud...
The guard simply sniffles lightly and moves to the next prisoner, Leeroy Garsouk. "Tea, sir? It'll be your last."
ven, 03/20/2015 - 10:26
#11
Hallo!
C'mon folks, sign up and get posting! This is not a minigame; this is a full-blown RP. You know me; I'll do my darndest to weave you a good story.
ven, 03/20/2015 - 18:16
#12
Part two of my overly glorified entry.
Edited to make T.I.F.A. fit better.
On the backside of the paper, however, was a small directional code. It read the following:
"Right, 4 Forward, Left, 6 forward. Look down."
The wardens who guarded this room outside of the six intermission rooms never ended up reading the underside of the note, so only those with clearance to access the true purpose of the note would know to follow the steps backwards, and that the small indent on the floor would reveal that which was contained within.
Upon pressing the button, a container would be lifted out from under the Table, which had an automatically opening slot in its middle to accomidate the a-bit-larger-than-an-average-knight-sized box which would rise from below. The table would serve as an energy-draining circle to make sure the abomination within wouldn't obliterate the whole room.
The container consisted of 7 layers of metal, and one final layer of bulletproof glass at its center, which the subject in question stood upon. The outermost layer consisted of Gold, as to keep the interior from reacting with it. The inner six were a mash of Volcanic Iron and Celestial Ore, and would only be split if an Access Card of adequate rank was swiped into the single "blemish" along the several-ton weighing box.
If it were ever opened, the Interrogator, Executioner, Warden, or whoever wandered into this room for any purpose and had access to the unlocking mechanism would need to stand behind a faint glowing green-strip on the floor, which indicated the "safest" area to stand while in the presence of the object within. It was almost 3m away; close enough to speak to the subject, but also close enough to the quadruple doors to find cover if necessary.
Upon unlocking the box, the container would act much like an advanced refrigerator, depressurizing and splitting open its Volcanic Iron and Celestial Ore mid-section, and leaving only a layer of bulletproof glass; as it does this, the table's obsidian structure would react by creating a mock "cage" around its contents, ensuring that energy absorption would make up for the loss of defensive plating between the subject and the one on the outside.
Behind six intermission rooms, the heat-resistant suits, the coffee machine, the line, under the table which held the note, which could be read under the 20W light bulb, within the seven layered box that could survive a nuclear explosion, lifted with delicacy upon need to contact the being within... Was T.I.F.A. Pi.
The most dangerous and volatile cooking apparatus on all of Cradle.
[[Reading the original App will tell you why.]]
Connected to a custom made Mecha-Knight, which looked almost indistinguishable from a real Knight, an almost undetectable connection-cord allowed the Pan (T.I.F.A.) to "link" to the robot and control it. A mobile body controlled by a smaller casing, if you will. Who built the Knight, or the Pan itself for that matter, was a mystery.
All that was really known about the Robot was that she needed to have an AI surpassing most modern military-tech,
While the Pan's model indicated it was a part of an outrageous turn of events and lawsuits filed against a certain company, comparisons of this T.I.F.A. Pi and the scraps of its butchered "siblings" indicated it was special not that model at all -- its damage capabilities and intellect far outdid any of its kin, and as testament to that... It was able to hack into the very core of of Spiral HQ's database. Within a couple of seconds, the AI had breached the final line within security, and gotten access to a cornucopia of unauthorized information -- including private logs, and traces of corruption which could not under any circumstance be leaked to the public.
Her Master-key and extremely complex "cloaking protocols" masked her throughout her delving into the code, and T.I.F.A. Pi was only revealed to what she was doing after she asked a bypassing, high-ranking member of the Order, what the "Gremlin Action T4" was, as well as whether it was a proper recipe for cooking.
Despite her ability, she wasn't the brightest metaphorical bulb on the metaphorical shelf.
The Mech was apprehended as to keep it from leaking information, but not without several major combustion to the interior of the Main Headquarters Lobby, including severe damage to supposedly "unmeltable" materials, and the deaths of over 16 ranked officials. The Mech alone was able to survive the inferno, and it continued on its way into the headquarters in order to ask its question continuously. 13 more times.
The death toll stopped rising at approximately 120.
When it became apparent that combat would always end with disaster so long as the Mech was operational, a delegate sent from the very top brass was sent to persuade the "knight" that the only way to decipher the "recipe" was to come to an enclosed space where the data could be uploaded manually, and deciphered using a pre-made (and HQ specific) proxy, and deciphered through devices which could "surpass her key's ability."
The entire story was, of course, a fib, but thankfully the Mech quietly followed along, and was brought into a make-shift cell until a more proper holding room was made. The explanation the delegate gave for not giving her access quickly was simply "technical difficulties due to meltdowns" which resulted in a great deal of apologies by the Mech.
One hastily built High-Security prison later, T.I.F.A. was imprisoned, and the container she was packed into relayed information as she powered down. The information in of itself, however, has proven to be quire ludicrous, and investigators to T.I.F.A.'s shellform quickly concluded that replicating whatever she was would be impossible at this time.
For the time being, T.I.F.A. Pi sleeps silently within her prison, still attached to the knight-form machine, which was not discovered to be a seperate part, but rather her original form.
And so the room behind 6 intermission rooms with Heat Resistant suits, the coffee machine, the Quadruple-freezing doors and the luminescent line, under the Bulb, Table, and seemingly useless Note rests a mechanism capable of turning even the greatest Vanguards to ash in an instant.
ven, 03/20/2015 - 11:37
#13
Meanwhile, On the other half of the writer's screen....
Whee, Cowboy Bebop.
Ahem, where are my manners? This is the writer's workshop, where nothing in particular happens.
Now, I shall write.
~
Leeroy took the tea, and sipped. It had a nice aroma to it, and tasted particularly fizzy.
"Cinnamon Peach?" Leeroy put the tea down, and grabbed the cord around his neck. Upon the cord was a ring. This ring was special to Leeroy, Because Kora gave it to him on the day of his recruitment to the Delta squad. Quietly, A single tear rolled down his face.
Leeroy snapped the cord off of his neck, and carefully put on the ring.
~
If you don't remember, Leeroy kinda had a thing for Kora.
Then again, this was never brought up. . .
ven, 03/20/2015 - 12:34
#14
Cool story, Liminori!
OOC: You caring about your character helps me care. :-) I'm liking that bit of fanfiction, btw. And I vaguely remember Leroy having a thing for Kora.
IC: The guard sniffles again, loudly this time, and gave a subsequent disgusted sigh. "Yeah, cinnamon peach. Best we got, bottom of the barrel."
He moved now toward Kako Draile. "Want any tea, mister? Best in the house."
ven, 03/20/2015 - 13:25
#15
Existentiality is quickly cured by a Super Soaker
Name: Ewan Foren
Reason: Experimenting with the instructions inside Devilite DIY manuals...and inadvertently destroying several city blocks with all their inhabitants.
Notes: One of Isora's greatest scientific minds. Shame for him to end up this way.
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Ewan sat, watching Cradle's sun rise. He knew it would be the last sunrise he would ever see. Slowly, he lowered his head. All this for a small amount of knowledge...
He heard the guards coming along the line of cells, offering tea. His snort of disgust echoed through the hallway. Leave it to the Spiral Order. 'No, it's alright. We would like you to enjoy some tea. Yes, in an hour, you will be dying painfully, but still, enjoy some tea.' Only the Spiral Order could wield such infallible logic.
Ewan slumped against the wall. What he wouldn't give for a Sinful Brew and a good scientific debate. Or a fight...yes, definitely a fight. He longed to be beside his squad just one more time...
((Sidenote: The technical name for Earth's Sun is Sol. Devilites call their home Amu-Sol. Devilites are demons, demons are from Hell. Hell is fiery, suns are fiery. What a coinkydink!))
ven, 03/20/2015 - 13:58
#16
Nothing is worthy of death, except when you are nothing...
Name: Pythonne Silensky A.K.A. Saboteur
Prison ID: DR-17720529
Crime (do I even need to tell you?): destruction of multiple vital strategic assets of the Spiral Order, deemed mentally unstable and was rumored of split personality. Euthanasia is requested by his former teammates after just a single tour of duty due to the share brutality he unleashed on the battle field with explosives.
Warden note: do not place any flammable, explosive or corrosive materials within 50 meters radius of this man for he is an explosive expert, give him a match and he will burn Haven to ashes and cinder.
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This is it, Sabo, your final hour... better go out with a bang, as you are all so fond of saying...
It was dawn break and the mildly muscular man stood up from his bed, despite the loss of his bomb proof helmet, the mad man was still able to conceal his face with an old bag that were made to hold nails. With two holes poked and the morning light insight through the narrow holes that was now his reality, Saboteur cracked his neck before yawning frustratingly, unlike his cellmates, he was all to eager to die first.
Ozlo and his hit squads, caught us with our pants down just as all the explosives were set... we could have razed the whole HQ to the ground...
The man walked up to the cell door as he reached out aimlessly at the cold air that now occupied much of the death cells, no warmth and no luxuries for the damned. As a warden patrolled by, the man waved even more intensely. Finally getting the warden's attention, the man spoke.
"Affraiel, I know it is you..."
The warden chuckled before taking down his helmet, the scar ridden face grinned at the man now in the death cell, he was none other than the renegade warden himself, from the victim to the executioner. Affraiel had little care for a deranged man like Saboteur although much like the man behind the bar, he too was some what of a lunatic.
"Fancy seeing you around here... bomber boy..." Affraiel grinned with a sassy cheek, "Still wearing that bag of yours? How ugly could that face of yours possibly be?"
"I... need to... GO OUT WITH A BANG!!!" yelled Saboteur as he bashed his head against the prison bars.
"Not happening, lunatic! Your death will be anything you never wanted, slow, quiet and PAINFUL... my boy Leeroy will be join you soon, you two are both Morai, I am sure you will find him company."
"HOW DID YOU ESCAPE?!" Saboteur yelled as his trachea was on the verge of tearing.
Affraiel did not answer him, putting back on the helmet that still had the blood stains of its former owner in the interior. With the stolen key card, the renegade warden wondered off into the streets of haven once more. Saboteur yelled and screamed, but who had the time to notice a lunatic like him? Or the locker cabin that held the body of a dead warden who Affraiel stabbed with a prison knife.
"They said nobody escapes justice," said Affraiel as he lit up a cigar and switched to a civilian outfit in a street alley, "Frankly, I am nobody."
With a final grin and a finger at the prison facility, Affraiel boarded an elevator in the arcade and vanished into the clockwork. (his tale is continued in RTC2, so yeah Thin, now you know what kind of inglorious bastard Affraiel is.)
Saboteur collapsed onto the prison floor, whimpering and cursing at the renegade warden as if it was a mantra. His death drew near...
ven, 03/20/2015 - 14:41
#17
Fo̱s prin nychtó̱sei
Looking up from his bed the Once noble Alchemist just nodded. Not really able to speak the man just got up and walked to his door, holding a hand out, not even attempting to remove the face mask which now obscured his mouth from speaking. If anything the aruma of the brew might awaken some life in the body of the condemned man.
Ah the memories this brings back, too bad that place is devoid of Dark Matter. I just want to transmute one more time. Anything, but the only source is in that mans blade. Too bad the Wardens know they shouldn't bring that stuff near me.
Taking the note pad he had for the notes Kako always took down, the the man just zipped it back and forth across the bars. His voided eyes shining like diamonds in the dark ocean that was his cell. All he needed was just one shard.
Looking around at the other inmates he wondered what there crimes where that landed them in this hell hole. He doubted any of them where acomplest Alchemists, most of them gave the air of either soldiers gone crazed or just sociopaths. Of course he himself had little room to think in that area with without taking a look in a merrier himself.
If I ever get my hands on a piece of Dark Matter before I die, I swear my name will be remembered for my deeds. If I am to go down as a crimal then only pure infamy will do.
ven, 03/20/2015 - 14:46
#18
I need a victim.
Two guards paced into the room and opened Gwen's cell. Anyone with half a brain could see that it wasn't the person they wanted, but it didn't matter - the masses would have their victim. The girl fought to hold back her tears as she stepped out and was led into the gleaming sunlight one last time.
The firing squad fell into position. "Ready!"
Is this really the end?
"Aim!"
Oh God...help me...
"Fire!"
She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She looked down and saw a red mass pouring out of her. "Crud...it really is the end..." She whispered.
Then blackness.
ven, 03/20/2015 - 17:20
#19
Should I? Should I? Should I?
((Maybe working on something else will get my gears turning.))
Name: Aron 'Ash' Harrow
Reason: Treason and 2nd degree murder of squadmate.
Notes: Ash has escaped from the prison once, the prisoner was apprehended almost immediately and moved to a higher security cell.
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He wasn't sure whether it was the trickle of sunlight leaking into the room or he sensed the day had come. Ash opened his eyes and looked up at the slitted opening that let in the morning light. This was the scheduled day for his execution, and apparently a few others. Absentmindedly he swept his gaze around the unchanged room. The cramped room was plain, behind him, a five slit window let in the morning light. Directly in front of him was a one-way window, providing Ash with his reflection. His hands were bound behind him and he sat against the wall, both knees drawn up against his body. Ash wore a simple gray prisoner garb, no pockets or anything to hide anything in. He sighed heavily and extended his legs as much as he could.
Looks like this is the end for me, all I did for this scrapped order, and this is what I get?
Ash laid his head against the wall and silently prayed he'd find someway out. He wouldn't die here today. At least let it be of his own accord. He waited for the guards to come, and wondered how much longer he had.
ven, 03/20/2015 - 18:00
#20
Time is a bitter foe.
The guard in Ironmight stepped into Aron's cell, but instead of taking him out to be executed, he simply released his chains, placed a tray of bread, rice, and tea before him, and stepped out. "Spend your last hour how you will. Enjoy the meal," the guard stated.
Gunfire echoed just outside, the sound of yet another prisoner executed for treason. Probably the girl they had in here just a little while ago. Only a few minutes before, she was young, beautiful, and brimming with life, and a few minutes later, the janitors were cleaning her corpse off the walls.
Another prisoner, an older fellow whose most prominent features were his tremendous golden mustache and sparkling bald head, leaned back against the hay floor and sighed deeply. "Poor girl..." he muttered aloud to no one in particular. "If anyone needed saving, it would have been her."
ven, 03/20/2015 - 20:45
#21
Ótan to fo̱s exasthenízei
Shots rang out amiss the damned mans ears. His only thoughts came back to what was in store for him if he couldn't do something useful with his last hour on this plane.
Alas another victim of fate comes to fruition. I wonder what will happen next...
Reaching over Kako took the pencil which came with his note pad and started to scribble down his thoughts. Even in this bleak place all he could think about was his work which, as it seemed, would go unfinished. Page after page, full of notes on his craft, as well as a transmutation which landed him right where he was.
Why did it backfire, if a Reverberation didn't happen the Order wouldn't have known. I would've still be free...
Grumbling with the gag on Kako just wrote more. If only the man with the Nightblade came closer, he would have a shot at something rather grad. Sure it was a weak amount of Dark Matter, but enough for him to do something to make even the Warden's cring with fear of him. After all going out and going out known are two different things.
Alas the Warden's knew not to bring any near him, thus his hope turned to his thoughs. Anything that could save him would have been a blessing, instead all he had where nightmares.
ven, 03/20/2015 - 21:51
#22
How is my writing? Still crap? Still too Micheal Bay?
OOC:
@Thin
Before this story goes any further (Or are we just playing a 'who dies next?' game?) , it would be nice if you chart some kind of prison map and indicate exactly who is in which cell, it makes it easier for the RPer's communicate, such as Saboteur use Morse code wall knocking to communicate with Kako to formulate some kind of escape plan, that is if we are escaping.
IC
A rupture of the girl's intestine, the succulent sound of the warm blood flowing out onto the ground, the sea of blood was formed as she stumbled to the ground. Saboteur was all too familiar with these scenes, only the few minor sounds were enough for his psyche to construct the gruesome scene, it seems that even till now, his mind was trying to make the most of things before it is terminated.
Standing up, Saboteur leaned back onto his death bed and gazed into the tiny window fixed on the wall opposite his cell, occasionally, wardens passed by but few were willing to get close to his cell, allowing him the chance of grabbing one of their nitronomes and thereby taking an unfortunate soul down with him. Saboteur was filled to the brim with unsatisfied rage, he knew Affraiel was out there, laughing at him.
Seemingly out of options, Saboteur knocked on the wall gently with his fist, a Morse code message: 'HELP ME'.
sam, 03/21/2015 - 10:17
#23
Who Dies Next?
OOC: @Midnight-DJ: The prisoners are in a 3x3 square cell block, with 7 cells along the sides and a door on the one side. The cells aren't perfectly square, since the corner cells need doors too. Basically, everyone can talk to each other with relative ease, as it's a very small and intimate prison block for treason prisoners only. I leave the specific locations up the the players. If you want to be in a cell next to a person so you can shake hands and stuff, it's totally your choice.
Regarding your writing, the general quality is pretty good actually, but it's sometimes really hard to like or identify with the characters. "Michael Bay" is an accurate way to put it: high-quality cinematics, but not-so-great characters.
Having Saboteur in a prison setting, I think, is beneficial to his character. He needs some kind of demonstration of weakness for us to properly identify with him.
sam, 03/21/2015 - 14:13
#24
Hmmm....
I kind of want to post, but I feel like I am the bearer of thread death.....
sam, 03/21/2015 - 15:53
#25
Uhm...
I just realised that I have a wild card character.
And no, It's not Leeroy.
So...
Uhm.............
A bit of a hothead, it's possible she could do anything- from shooting the officers to attempting to rescue the prisoners.
What do I do? qwq
UHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
sam, 03/21/2015 - 16:25
#26
Going to the center of the room, the silver haired Alchemist sat down. He could hear the tapping on the wall and knew the rythem well. It was code for help, but unless he had some Materials he wasn't going to be helping anyone. After all what is an alchemist with out something to Transmute? Just another wothless body on the counter.
In the back of his mind he ran throught the events over and over. The time of him becoming an Alchemist, learning of the uses of Dark Matter, Joining the military. Then the final event that landed him here.
Looking at his note pad, the man felt a smile come to his face. Walking to the door he looked around for the pounding before realizing it was coming from the cell next to him. Leaning on the bars he waited for a Warden to walk by. Their sifts seem regulor enough he could get something sneeky done if he was quick enough.
Turning around to where his back was on the door he scribbled down some thing on the note pad. With that done he turned around and waited.
Watching with his voided eyes he watched the Warden walk by, for a moment their eyes met and Kako could feel the contempt in the Warden's covered face. Once it walked by he quickly threw the note pad into the mans cell who was tapping on the wall.
[Note: I can get us out, a rather nasty Transmutation is required, and one of us will die. But I need Dark Matter.]
sam, 03/21/2015 - 22:38
#27
@Darkwatck
OOC: If there's gonna be any rescuing, it'll be my job, as that would be a critical turning point in the story.
dim, 03/22/2015 - 00:15
#28
@Thin
OOC: better make it quick, because if Saboteur dies, it will send a giant ripple through time and space so strong that it shatters reality itself, Pythonne AKA. Saboteur will find himself at time zero, the day that he woke up four moths later in a hospital after his battle with Queen Mezizas back in winter kingdom RP. Mezizas will pop out in her perfect form and try to have a stab at Saboteur only to have Affraiel, who is the 80 year old version from RTC2 intercepting her with a sniper shot to the eye. Seeing as the the space and time continuum are cracking before their very eyes, Sabo and Affraiel must band together to save the world of broken/abandoned SK RPs and complete them in order to return things to normal.
See as Saboteur repairs Mono's screwed up chip board and finally steal Violet's bras or Affraiel tries to seal the deal with intel agent Nezula and making peace with She-man (Desna) and maybe Gwen if she was less genocidal. Stay tuned, for the newest episode, of SPIRAL KNIGHTS: DAYS OF THE FUTURE PAST!!! Coming soon to a cinemas near you. Rated M for mature. (Saboteur: that is the worst idea I ever heard of, Affraiel: Why are you nerfing me MDJ?)
This is a joke BTW, but maybe, just maybe I should make it some day for the LOLZ.
dim, 03/22/2015 - 01:08
#29
@Thin
In which case, I give Sherry's Reins to you.
Anyway...
~
Leeroy sat in his cell, quietly.
He thought on his past, And the Order. Once again, The bitter thought of Ozlo came up again.
Ozlo, in his opinion, was a bitter old man who had nothing better to do with his time than scheme and plot behind everyone's backs, While maintaining a friendly and approachable personality. Leeroy heard a rumor once, About Ozlo and his Wife.
-
Ozlo and Lessa met on Isora during training. Back then, Ozlo used to be very obviously up to no good- Any of the old knights could tell you that- Everyone would talk about Ozlo's plans for the day, Whether it be to plant the chief officer's sandwich at a fellow employer's desk or to steal files to burn them or read their contents about a new reqruit. Ozlo was well known for knowing everything there was to know about the inner workings of the order. Lessa, on the other hand, was too nosy for her own good. She got into trouble left and right, And was clumsy. Ozlo started to help her out, by using the knowledge he had about who was doing what, when, and why- Because on multiple occasions, Lessa diverted attention from Ozlo, and spared him from being caught by the other officers. And then, eventially, Ozlo asked Lessa out. Nothing was amiss. Years went by, and their relationship seemed comletely normal. But Ozlo was just using the relationship as a shield, a guard from the world. Nobody needed to know who he was. One day, Lessa was sent out on a mission to go and investigate the nearby wreckage of a ship a few planets away, with 3 other squad members. In the end, It turned out the wreckage was a trap set up by the Morai, wanting their homeplanet back. And yet, Ozlo was the one himself, who ordered Lessa and the other squad members to keep them at bay, And reassured that there were reinforcements coming.
Nobody came to the squad's aid.
And, The Rumor leads on, The only one who knew about the trap was Ozlo- And so the squad went missing, And for several years there was confusion as to what happened to them.
During the time that passed, Ozlo was made the commander of the fleet. . .
-
Leeroy paused for a second, And clinked his cup against the bars of the door. "Is there any tea left?" He sighed, and smelled the aroma of what was left of the sweet peachy cinnamon tea.
-
One day, Lessa came back. Her gear was torn, Her hair had grown long and she was covered in dirt from a lack of a good shower and so on.
Lessa bellowed, from the bottom of the town, "OZLOOOOOOO!"
Ozlo looked at the camera feed. Was that... It couldn't possibly be. "Do you see that person there?" Ozlo asked. The nearby knight responded quick and snappily, "Yes sir!" Ozlo waited for a second, then said, "Bring her here. I want to see what she has to say."
Ozlo turned around in his chair, so that he was facing away from the entrance, and waited.
"She's here, Sir." The knight said. "Good." Ozlo replied.
Lessa started cursing out Ozlo, and some of the nearby knights had to restrain her.
"I HAVE BEEN OUT IN ENEMY TERRITORY FOR 5 YEARS, AND NOT A SINGLE WORD FROM YOU OR ANYONE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA, ANY, HOW MUCH I HAD TO SUFFER TO STAY ALIVE, AND GET BACK HERE? YOU BAST-"
Lessa went on to say how much of a jerk he was, and how inconsiderate he was to not send anyone to look for her. Lessa was detained, And put in jail.
It was later said that Ozlo made a deal with the Morai to kill Lessa in the wreckage, and also after she was jailed.
~
Note: Sherry has feelings for Leeroy, even though they're siblings.
I'm just going to leave what could be said at that.
dim, 03/22/2015 - 09:31
#30
OOC: I am aware. This is a man on death row, sure its a useless attempt, but at least he is quieting his mind and the others mind. At no point do I expect this to pay put. Might as well give it the old collage try right?
dim, 03/22/2015 - 18:48
#31
Time to Die
A huge man in elaborate Dread Skelly armor steps into the prison block carrying a notepad. "How would you all like to die? I'm taking orders, and I'll do my best to fill them."
dim, 03/22/2015 - 21:57
#32
Gears
Ash sipped his tea and listened to those around him, then to the Dread Skelly man's question. He thought for a minute, and spoke up, "Firing squad, but with a single Sniper rifle." Ash said, its only fair to be ended by his job's signature weapon.
He thought about the shots that sounded just earlier, he would hear them soon, but this time he would be the target.
He took a bite of the bread and turned, standing on his toes, he could see out the slitted window behind him. The slits were located at ground level, and were at the end of an ally facing the rising sun. Through the slits, he saw two knights walk past the ally hand in hand, and one of them giggled at something the other said.
Ash sunk back to his feet, and took another bite of bread, he wouldn't die today, he would find a way out, he always did, right?
lun, 03/23/2015 - 14:53
#33
Finally having his mouth gag removed Kako took the cup he was given and slowly taken a drink. Once his mouth no longer felt like the deserts of Cradle and the taste of the bottom burner of the kettle was washing around his mouth the man spoke.
"Three shards of Dark Matter, chalk, and three scales from an ancient Dragon that those cromolask things carry. Its all I need to be complete and able to leave this life."
Kako said as he knew his request wouldn't be completed. Well if this pans out they can kill me, but I won't lost my mind in death...at least for a while.
Leaning back in his cell Kako remained quiet as he watched the darkness slowly envelope him once more, its dark embrace the only known feeling for a rather long time now. Yet every now and again he felt the urge to feel the light from the sun, the warm breezes that lay beyond his grasp. Only to once more remember where he stood in the grand skim of things.
lun, 03/23/2015 - 17:49
#34
Filling requests.
"Saboteur explosion...Ash headshot...Kako DM3+Dscales3+chalk... Got it." The executioner got up and left, having failed to collect Leeroy's death wish.
A mysterious groan came from somewhere in the room.
It was at that moment that they all realized there was another prisoner with them in the block. In the northeast corner of the room (top-right looking down) sat a sad, dejected figure of a woman. Her grim black garments were in tatters now, and her hair was so caked in dirt and grime that it was impossible to determine its natural color. What remained of her clothing, including bits of lace here and there, indicated that it was likely a funeral gown.
She sat curled in an upright fetal ball in the corner of her cell with her forehead resting on her knees. Whoever she had once been, she was no more.
lun, 03/23/2015 - 18:11
#35
Looking out wards Kako noticed the sound.
Another wayward soul destined for the hangman noose. Well we an't got much if they take us and not our sanity... A moment of connection came to mind as he envisioned his little plan. I have no room to speak in that department.
Getting up, placing the tea cup on the ground beside where he once sat, Kako walked to the door and hung off it, like a set of drapes thrown on their rack.
"Who is making the groaning sound?" He waited for a moment for the responce, clearly the person was depressed or losing it. "Ya' know you can always talk to us. At least here you don't have to worry about the insane or the sane outside world judging you. Most of um already judged ya, and look where the low life's got us. A one way cell door, three meals a day, bed, an' bath. I honestly ask you, who has it worse. Us, or those people out there with out a crown to there name en?"
lun, 03/23/2015 - 18:34
#36
Funny one should say that.
"Ya know ye kin always talk t' us. 'Least 'ere ya done hafta worry 'bout the insane 'r sane outside world judgin' you. Mosta them already judged ya, an' look where the low lifes got us. A one-way cell door, three meals a day, bed 'n bath...I honestly ask ya, who has it worse: us, or those peeps out there wit' a crown t' their name?"
Kako's kindly-meant words warranted a contemptuous snort from the female prisoner. "The crown-ed ones have it worst," she said at last in her ethereal velvety voice, flecked with tortured undertones. "Oh, they seem to have it splendidly at first. Power, wealth, women, everything one could want in the palm of your hand. But it will cost you. The moment you seize the throne is the moment you lose everything. You just will not know it until the day a low-life soldier takes the crown from your head."
With her chin now resting on her knees, one could now see her face. It was fairly youthful, though certainly adult, and quite thin from malnutrition. Her thin hazel eyes pierced the darkness like evening stars, but even with a neutral expression, they did not seem at all friendly. The occasional sags in her skin suggested that she was once reasonably well-fed before her incarceration, though could not have been much larger than she was now. Overall, she was fairly good-looking, if a bit creepy.
EDITED. The lady doesn't use contractions.
lun, 03/23/2015 - 19:34
#37
"Kings and Queens and guillotine. What do these all ahve in common? They all have one real directive, they end lives of people because all they care abou' is one thing. Outside of that, names Dark Alchemist Kako. And from th' looks of it, as best as I can see, you where once one of those people who sat on the top and found out what the fall out was."
Kako looked down into the womans eyes. To hims something stood out as he watched everything fall from her expression, seemed fimilure and yet so alien.
Ah the things I could make from her, the creatures. The most noble I bet...bah I am in a prison, what can I do, unless I get that stuff.
"So what did the crown hol' ers put ya' in fer."
lun, 03/23/2015 - 20:15
#38
Torture
"Kings 'n Queens 'n guillotines. What do they 'ave in common? They all 'ave one real directive: to end lives 'cause all they care 'bout is number one. Outside that, the name's Dark Alchemist Kako. And from the looksuvit, as best as I can see, you were once one o' those peeps who sat on top 'n found out what the fallout was."
Kako's gaze bore into her, studying her, framing her face in his mind's eye. "So what did the crown 'olders putcha in for?" he inquired, still holding his solid stare.
The woman met his gaze, undiverting.
"Treason."
Almost right on cue, two prison guards marched in and opened her cell door. "You know the drill," one guard muttered. The woman slowly shook her head and backed up against the wall, her eyes wide with fear. "No. No. Not that. Anything but that. Please!" Ignoring her, the guards took her by the arms and dragged her out. Her cries vanished down the staircase, but only for the next few minutes.
Then came the shrieks.
Excruciating, blood-curdling shrieks erupted from the bottom of the dungeon, each one a hopeless echo of a dying, tortured soul. The prisoners would never see her again after that, and to this day, no one alive knows what happened down there. Not that anyone would want to know.
The bulky sentry guard visibly cringed. "I never get over that..." he murmured aloud to himself.
lun, 03/23/2015 - 20:31
#39
Walking back to the center of his cell Kako smiled a rather twisted grin. Voice aloud with a happy, hollow tone.
"Tis' the screams of my favorate craft!" He chuckled a dark cough. "The light of some one on hi' followed bi a quit end. Just as live the energy to create must come fro' the power to destroy. No'n is special, no'n is safe! Death is thee last salvation!"
Falling back to his seat the Alchemist just chuckled. Well looks like my madness is setting in, the noble creature I wan't make myself into is going to be twisted. Maybe on the otherside I will see those noble creatures. Or maybe I will only see darkness. Ah but what a wonderful experience it will be either way.
A final hollow chuckle came from the dark matter Alchemist, followed by his deathly quiet cell.
lun, 03/23/2015 - 21:45
#40
Question:
[[@Thinslayer
Does this prison have security cameras? Also, what types of doors are being used? Regular hinge-type bar doors? Or are they the newer-versioned motor-sliding Cell doors?]]
lun, 03/23/2015 - 21:46
#41
Catching up
After knocking on the wall for only a few minutes, it almost felt like an eternity for Saboteur, as his death drew near, every minutes began to slow down as if his own will was trying to slow down the flow of time, but there was no where in an eternity for Saboteur to break out of his cell, not when his mind was at such an debilitated state.
"Saboteur explosion...Ash headshot...Kako DM3+Dscales3+chalk... Got it."
Do you hear that? You may have your wish after all... I wonder how Affraiel would die?
Taking a deep breath, Saboteur used some of his meditating skills and closed up his eyes, laying back to his bed, Pythonne looked back into his past, a moment when he could remember the elation of victory, a time when he could feel joy before his psyche was smashed into a million pieces during those dark days.
~
8 years before Skylark fall, Location: the grey gate, planet Isora
On board a drop ship, Saboteur and his squad of Morai Havoc regiment prepared to silence the last of the Spiral Order orbital defenses, once their guns were destroyed, the Morai could finally deploy their powerful warships and heavy ordinances. The Havoc regiments were famous for urban siege battle and the demolition of hostile strategic assets, no matter how well entrenched and fortified the Spiral Knight thought they were, the Havoc regiments will attack them until all were flattened.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the deranged and the lunatics," the speaker on the side of the drop ship spoke, "Welcome to hell... this the final push to the heart of the Isoran capital, once we pushed through the gate, the Spiral Knights are finished. For the legion and the brighter future we provide, we shall scour this world of the order, TO GLORY!"
Suddenly a missile flied out from the dust cloud and landed straight into the drop ship's main engine, the sudden quake cause the rest of his team to panic, but Saboteur remained calm, he was used to this.
"Our main engine is destroyed, prepare for emergency landing, brace yourselves!" the speaker spoke for the last time before all fell into darkness for Saboteur. As he reopened his eyes, everyone around him were killed during the crash and he was alone. In the darkness, he tried to break free from his safety harness only to realize that it was jammed. Trapped in the smoldering ruin of the drop ship, he was destined to be burned alive.
"SOMEBODY HELP!!!" Saboteur screamed in a controlled manner as he tried to deepen his voice to get the most out of his shout. And soon enough, a plasma blade stabbed into the hull of the wreckage and sliced in the shape of a door. As the metal fell down and a beam of light flashed across Saboteur's helmet visor, the figure of a woman was seen with her back stood against the sky. This woman was unlike anything Saboteur knew of in the Morai Legion, she seemed naked but truly her skin was a thick layer of armor with two jet engines strapped to her back.
"Kept you waiting huh?" the woman mused as she carefully sliced off the safety harness that leashed Saboteur, "The name is Elzilia, Elzilia Gazinko of the Morai reaper division. You must be the demolition guy that the HQ sent."
"Yes, and sadly it seems I am the only one who survived the crash, the name is Pythonne Silensky, sergeant of the Morai Havoc regiment," Saboteur shook his helmet as he freed up his limbs, "I will gather any explosives that are still functional and head for the front line. How are the boys doing?"
"No good..." Elzilia sighed, "Despite my warnings, those fresh conscripts walked right into a Spiral Knight ambush and I guess your drop ship pilot must have not taken any notes when I warned him about Spiral Order's anti air capabilities... Morons, why do I even bother scouting for you guys if you are just going to smash yourselves in the face against a solid wall?"
"You know that they say, Chain of command is a ****," Saboteur laughed as he strapped himself in as many explosives as he could, so many to a point that Elzilia could swear that she can make Saboteur explode just by staring at him.
Elzilia and Saboteur headed for a sheltered position, a fox hole in the midst of a shelled battleground that were once territory to both the Spiral Order and the Morai legion, so ruined was it that it no longer held any strategic value for either side.
"What is our situation?" Saboteur spread open the map.
"The Spiral Order is regrouping what was left of their armor divisions and are planning to do a counter-offensive near the grey gate," Elzilia placed a red marker on the map, "Grey gate leads to the heart of Isora... once we nailed the last of their tanks, Isorans are going to to find another place called home..."
"We shall scour this world of their orders and ethnicity..." heading out for the grey gate, in the midst of the dreaded dust storm, Saboteur turned on his helmet visor and soon spotted the massive tank formation moving out from the colossal metal gate that leads to the Isoran capital.
"I will scout ahead and draw their fire," Elzilia turned on her booster engines, "Good luck, Pythonne..."
"Who needs luck anyway?"
SABOTEUR'S BATTLE THEME KICKS IN
To be continued
lun, 03/23/2015 - 22:36
#42
@Ember-Break
@Ember-Break: The prison has security cameras everywhere. Standard barred & hinged cell doors are used.
mar, 03/24/2015 - 10:34
#43
Execution time.
The hour of their execution drew near. Leeroy, Keko, Ash, and Saboteur were escorted to a vast courtyard lined with booing knights and citizens. Laid out before them were their various methods of execution: a firing squad for Leeroy, a lone sniper for Ash, a micro-nuke for Saboteur, and another firing squad for Keko, with a bag of his requested supplies placed in front of them.
The bomb was strapped to Saboteur, and the executioner held the remote from a distance. Leeroy was placed against the wall while the firing squad got set up. Keko was escorted to the wall with his bag. Ash was also placed against the wall.
"You all have one minute to make your last requests. Keko, I recommend you take this time to use your materials as you see fit."
As he spoke, another voice rose up through the crowd, shouting, "No! No! Let my father go! He's innocent!"
mar, 03/24/2015 - 15:29
#44
"Time, if I had more of it I would be able to do something these blind fools would never forget. But instead I am forced to do a rather dull trasmutation..."
Kako was about to elaberate more on his bio-Trasmutation which the man clearly didn't see in the making, all he needed to do was make the correct circle and sill some blood. After that it was as simple as stepping in the ring and commiting to his dealth. Ah, at least he would have the body he always wanted in death, something befitting his dark nature.
As he started his setup the woman cried aloud to someone. Taking this time he slowly started to draw the catalist circle and runes with the chulk, making sure every stroke count. After all, a minute was a long time do a dying man.
Maybe one of the noble creatures that I have studied. Perhaps a half breed. With what I have I could only make a half breed which would be the easiest thing. A vestage noble, I need the three marks of the creatures...the Dark Matter will be the source I draw from for the transmutation, the Scales the structure, and for the final bonding agent, my blood to let it take my body. I might wake up from this a different person, but at least I will die in the Transmutation instead of from a bullet or energy round.
In a soft voice the man spoke as he put down the chalk and lifted his hand up to his mouth.
"Αυτός ο ναός είναι δική σας και δεν έχω να σας δώσω τους θεούς Δράκος παραπάνω , να λαμβάνει και να δώσει ζωή στο παιδί σας . Με το να πάρει το σώμα του παιδιού σας σε ένα πιο ανθρώπινο Δράκος , με το σώμα του γιου σας . Μπορεί Κακό θάνατο και να οδηγήσει σε κρατήστε τα χέρια σας και να τον πάρει στον ουρανό . Αυτό που απομένει θα είναι ο γιος σας , μισή φυλή μεταξύ των ανθρώπων και Δράκος ."
("Af̱tós o naós eínai dikí̱ sas kai den écho̱ na sas dó̱so̱ tous theoús drákos parapáno̱ , na lamvánei kai na dó̱sei zo̱í̱ sto paidí sas . Me to na párei to só̱ma tou paidioú sas se mia pio anthró̱pini̱ Drákos , me to só̱ma tou giou sas . Boreí Bad thánato kai na odi̱gí̱sei se kratí̱sei ta chéria sas kai na párete stous ouranoús . Af̱tó pou apoménei tha eínai o gios sas , misó̱n fylí̱ metaxý to̱n anthró̱po̱n kai to̱n dráko̱n .")
((Translating that will help you understand why his death happens in the Transmutation instead of the exicution squad. :P Yes I went Greek. In the brackets is how you pronounce it in english.))
Bitting his hand he let the blood drip on the scales, starting the Transmutation. A small light emited from the center, expanding to the outer circle, once it was full, he jumped in. His life handed over to host the body of a new life.
Kako at that point was no more. What would emurge was no longer Kako, but a new man born from the body of Kako who was branded with the same name.
((Like I said, translate that little speech to understand what happened in the Transmutation. I chose greek because SK uses greek in some of its stuff and because the language it's self is rather commanding.))
mar, 03/24/2015 - 19:14
#45
You know, I have Spring break... Next week.
Tifa impatiently tapped her foot against the Volcanic Iron/Celestial Ore mixture under her cell. She had been in there for... How long?
Hours? Days? Weeks? Time was irrelevant to most robots. The only problem that came about with the passage of time was rusting... Tifa had beleived this to be true as well, until she was put into this, air-less, sorry excuse for a box.
'That crazy old man... He must have programmed some form of impatience into me when he gave me this shell...'
With one final tap to the floor of her box, Tifa reached up to her head with what little arm-room she had, and swiped where her hair -- or at least where her hair would be if she was an actual flesh-and-bones Isoran. Instead, she simply swiped off some dust which must have been left on the roof of her new prison when she was placed into it. With the end of her swipe, she tapped the side of the box, inspecting it as light poured out of her LED infused eyes.
It was sturdy. There was no way she'd be able to get out without someone bringing the box to the surface and opening it up...
With a shout of frustration within her compounded prison, Tifa "ruffled" her hair, which is to say she ran her hands over the smooth surface of her medium-length grey plates fastened closely together to imitate different levels of "hair-depth" in a bedhead fashion.
"Why the heck did I believe that guy was going to give me access to recipes?! The professor told me: "Now Tifa, don't talk to strangers!" But did I listen, noooooo~."
The pan strapped over her mechanized form started heating up quickly, turning bright red in almost an instant as she complained to absolutely no one.
"Well, y'know what? I'm not gonna wait on some official to give me access!"
Within the darkness, where no cameras had access (more out of fear they'd be overheated than bad planning), light poured out of the robot's hands and chest. A bright red, which was absorbed by the metal around her.
"I'll just have to delve into the database and get 'em myself!"
Looking to her side, her HUD activated without a hitch within the inferno she had created. At the top right, a simple signal was shown.
'No connections available'
After a couple of moments, the inside of the box returned to darkness.
"I'll get the recipes... As soon as I get out!"
mar, 03/24/2015 - 20:28
#46
If dark can meta game, so can I...
The man has shown his true color, time to show yours too!"
While the guards were distracted by Kako's transmutation, Saboteur stood up from the wall and tackled down the guard that was holding the remote control, seizing the controller with his hand strapped to his back. Saboteur felt a rush of adrenaline for the first time after many years, stared dead in the guards' eyes, Saboteur smirked, "I go, YOU GO!!!"
mer, 03/25/2015 - 03:13
#47
((I hate to break it to ya sweet-heart. I haven't meta gamed yet, to do so would mean Thin told me something and thus I would have knowledge of it before hand and acted upon this knowledge. I don't, as it stands Kako is just doing what came natural to him. Killing himself in a way that took him out so a firing squad wouldn't do it. Whats left behind isn't him, so to speak, but I am waiting to see. After all Thinslayer still has the final word on how the Transmutation ended remember...))
mer, 03/25/2015 - 03:26
#48
:/
^
(Fair enough, I guess when Thin strapped Saboteur in bombs he intended him to be a suicide bomber? Because that is totally what Saboteur would do if he is cornered with only bombs on his body and not enough time to set them off. Remember Sabo favorite catch phrase: "Death is coming no matter what, better go out with a BANG.")
mer, 03/25/2015 - 03:44
#49
Bleh
I'm not sure what to do once again.
I've been stumped.
mer, 03/25/2015 - 07:19
#50
Mor stori
When Kako jumped into the circle, nothing seemed to happen at first. A little light glowed from the transmutation circle, perhaps, but little else. Had he botched it? The firing squad took aim at him and awaited the signal.
The guard with the remote control stared blankly at Saboteur. One would think he'd panic at the thought of dying with a hardened criminal, but no such emotions appeared to pass through his mind. "Hey. 'Sup," was all he said.
The sniper aimed down his scope at Ash's forehead, but then it occurred to him that some people manage to survive head injuries. No one ever survived a neck injury. So he brought down his sights at Ash's jugular and waited.
The firing squad took aim at Leeroy and awaited the signal. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" the young man in the audience screamed again as the sentries tried to drag him away. "FATHER IS INNOCENT! LEEROY! DAD! GET OUT OF THERE!"
Leeroy? Dad?
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